Alaric

I sprint through the dense forest, the shadows of the ancient trees blurring past me. My vampire speed is a blessing, allowing me to navigate the terrain with ease. But tonight, the forest feels more like a labyrinth designed for my demise. Every rustle, every broken twig underfoot heightens my senses, tells me they're closing in—rogue wolves, their presence like an oppressive weight on my instincts.

My breaths come out measured, controlled, despite the urgency pulsing ...